The human marveled at the idea that a dwarven prince had once led armies this way, heading for the final battle of his final war on what most men called the plains of dergoth, though dwarves more often called the region the plains of death.
So they departed on their long ride of something over two hundred english miles, which they hoped to cover in about a week. It certainly was agreeable to fare sumptuously, drive in a fine carriage, wear her best frock every day, and do nothing but enjoy.
We have been close associates for centuries.